Sunday, March 13, 2016

Being Friday the Eleventh Day of March, 2016 ...

Angela, in the chair, opened with a cheery number ...


It will help us every day,
It will brighten all the way.

Conor reminded us of an historic famine and dreamed of the hills of Donegal ...





"Your Highness, your ways are very strange," sang John ...


But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won ...

Mick, (he of the prehensile fingers,) demonstrated some proper music ...



Then there was mystic Roger, more recently accompanied by Mick, with an embarkation into metaphysical realms ...



Max has invested in a new, very shiny mandolin ...

Unfortunately, it didn't
help him to remember any
lyrics!

Lovely Molly brought her mobile phone ...


Molly didn't need to remember lyrics so we all joined in as her electronic communicator paid tribute to the recently-departed Sir George Martin (RIP) ...



Lynda took us delightfully into Thomas Hardy territory ...



There was an anticipated wedding, followed by a tragic drowning.

THEN WE WENT HOME!

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